had been an glorious week end. witnessed the champ in the making. luck or no luck, it was a display of true champion quality and resistances. i'm talking about liverpool vs MAN UTD. liverpool attacked almost the whole day but they failed to take their chances, no one else to blame i guess. in the 91 min when MAN UTD best chance came, they grabbed it with both arms securely and make the best out of it. liverpool's 30 unbeaten home game record was oozed out, and i bet it was the most devastating blow they had. if MAN UTD played well, maybe they will feel better but it was a sucker punch that landed right in their nose and brought them back to reality. no intention for any provocative moves, but gotta admit that they found it hard to win us even though they played well. statistic proves they play much better at home against MAN UTD but the final scores for the past few seasons says it all. there were butterflies in my stomach when giggs set up the free kick and i vision a goal. when it drove into the back of the net. i springed out of my couch with fists storming towards the sky. looking at my counter parts constituding of dad, bro and hj, all in foul mood with what they witnessed, the heart wrecking and vicious goal. beauty, it was beauty to me.